Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.